A/N: This is the last chapter I have written down from school. It's kinda short. I don't know when I'll have chappie 7 up… maybe tomorrow or Monday. Thanks for your reviews.
Chapter 6
"I'm so glad that you are taking advantage of this wonderful opportunity," Mr. Remora clasped his hands together in an almost sinister manner. "I'll be sending the paper back to Aswell Academy tomorrow."
Isadora offered a fake smile and excused herself. She had one day left at Prufrock. One day left with Duncan, Violet, Sunny—and Klaus. She had to let Klaus know, but she didn't want to get hurt.
That Night
"Hey Dunn," Isadora called from the dorm room, "have you seen my black notebook?"
"No, did you leave it in class?" Duncan suggested. "Or in the Orphan Shack?"
"Oh my gosh!" she shrieked. "I did leave it there."
"The Baudelaires will give it to you tomorrow," Duncan assured.
"Yeah," Isadora muttered, heading up to bed.
At the Orphan's Shack
The Baudelaires entered the shack after Nero's concert. Violet immediately tucked Sunny into her little bale of hay. Klaus pulled down the blanket and a dark book fell off the bed and opened on the floor. What's this? he thought. He picked up the open notebook and realized that it was Isadora's notebook. He knew it was wrong to read her personal book, but something caught his eye. There were doodles all over the page. "I love K.B.", "Klaus Baudelaire", and "Mrs. Isadora Baudelaire" were written everywhere, along with hearts. He blushed, but smiled. She does like me, he thought. Now I just have to tell her how I feel.
Before he closed the book, Klaus noticed a poem that had "For Klaus" written above it. Her read the poem over and over again and smiled.
My love for you, tried and true,
Return this feeling I have for you.
He did return the feeling, and he was going to tell Isadora.
"Klaus, what's that?" Violet had noticed Klaus reading a book. "Is that Isadora's book?"
"Oh, um, yeah," Klaus stammered. "She must have left it here. I'll give it to her tomorrow."
"Oh, okay," Violet shrugged, slipping under her blanket.
"Night, Vi, Sunny," Klaus murmured, taking off his glasses.
"Soir," came the reply from Sunny.
"Night, Klaus," Violet said. "Night Sunny." And with that, the Baudelaire orphans fell asleep.
